What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
16.06.2025 00:09
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Why is social media so anti-fee speech, and have they become total BS?
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
How do I deal with autistic burnout/meltdown/shutdown when cooking?
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Why is there no evidence of a multiverse theory?
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
“Money's flowin’, everything is fine, got myself a uzi and my brother a nine, business is boomin’ everything is cool, I pull about a G a week; fuck school”
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
I never knew my life mattered”
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
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Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
My ex got into a relationship within 2 weeks after a breakup. What should I do?
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
What’s one positive trait you’ve gained because of BPD?
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
What is the irony of life according to you?
Know your enemies
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
I'll see you when I get there,
What can you do if someone makes a false accusation against you?
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
“late night I'm on a first class flight, The only brother in sight, the flight attendant catch fright! I sit down in my seat; 2C, She approach officially talking 'bout, ‘Excuse me’, Her lips curl up into a tight space, cause she don't believe that I'm in the right place, showed her my boarding pass, and then she sorta gasped, all embarrassed; put an extra lime on my water glass, an hour later here she come by walkin’ past; ‘I hate to be a pest but my son would love your autograph'”
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
“…Sammy eagerly rode up on him, toxic off the turkey with the joint on him, Flower look his man stood up before him, The bitches hit the table, Jakeem stripped off his cables, Shots went off, Sam'd get a chance to make his debut, Flower grabbed Tiff his man with the sideburns, hat fell off, We noticed wig worms, he hid behind Rich, C-Allah hit the light switch, young girls were trampled in the men's room, Pool pistol whipped Mase and broke the handle, Desperate- crawlin to the door on all fours, Sham kicked the jukebox the theme song rode in was "It's Yours", Oh my goodness, Waz grabbed the Mo bottle thrashin’, He layin like a gay model shoutin’ out Sebastian, He smiled with his teeth missin, beggin’ for mercy ‘No more god, there’s 68 thousand down at pier three’, Out came the cannon, whistled out zaggin', Sham snatched his flag four big rocks enter the dragon, It's over, another story told, Lyin’ with the snakes, tongue kissin’ cobras, Yo let me tell you how the game go, We gettin rid of all the prostitutes, Tony want the streets back for sure! Too many hustlers, too many thieves, We're fuckin’ up who's willing to fight and teach the seeds? Too much TV, guns and robberies, Lust and greed and hate the four devils- jealousy”
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Gangbangers that spit slang
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
If it ain't
Mothership alien sorceress
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Three months later we run our own caper,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
“You as an amateur, is outspoken, I'm lookin at your face you seem to be hopin that I, might stutter, stop, or just mess up, but everything's live that's why I don't dress up, Blastmaster KRS a synonym for fresh, I'm the teacher of the class, I do not pass no test, got DJ Scott LaRock by my side, not in back of me cause we make up the Boogie Down Production crew faculty”
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
If it ain't
Movin objects mentally
What does life mean without death?
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
I seen it all in my short life
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
“Now as an outcast I was born, wasn't warned of the harm, That would come to meet me like Met Life, but yet life done sent me through a lot of ups and downs like it ain't nothin’, Like elevators but I ain't the one that's pushin' the buttons, I got off at the 13th floor, when they told me that it wasn't one, they said it skipped from 12 to 14, Still smoking, still drinking, no I'm sittin' on the Lincoln 4 A.M. thinking that in reality the world is like a ball full of playas, We trapped off in this maze, with walls made of layers”
No smile is genuine or real,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
“I brought my bitch out to Pathmark, she's pushin' the cart, Headed to aisle four, damn I got milk on my Clarks, That's what I get, not focusin' from hittin' that bark, My mouth dry, need plenty water quick, I feel like a shark, In the aisle bustin' them paper towels and wipin' my Wallies down, I stood up to face a barrel, he's holdin' a shiny pound, It's him, he want revenge, I murdered his Uncle Tim, I sold him a bag of dope, his wife came and copped again, That bitch is crazy and uh, she brought her baby, She knew I had the murders a smack, It killed her man though, now I got his fuckin' nephew grippin' his gat, You's a bitch, you better kill me, you know you're booty, You pulled your toolie out on me, motherfucker, First thought was to snatch the ratchet, Said fuck it and fuckin' grabbed it, I ducked, he bucked twice, this nigga was fuckin laughin', I wrestled him to the ground, tussled, scuffled, constantly kicked him, He wouldn't let go the joint, so I fuckin' bit him, Shots was whizzin' hittin' Clorex bottles, Customers screamin', then the faggot ran out of hollows, I had to show him what it's all about, Next day we readin’ the paper: A man who came to kill gets knocked out”
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
I do it once, I do it twice,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
The other one don't understand me,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,